I couldn’t get this heart wrenching scene out of my head so I had to draw it.

From chapter 38 of kimurasato’s Doctor Dash!

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we’ve been had

god i haven’t rewatched in like 5 yrs hh

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I give you an alternate timeline for Chat Blanc like our good boy deserves

Yes I named Gorilla ‘Simon’.

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Things were, admittedly, a little strange at first.

His father and Nathalie were exposed and prosecuted as Paris’ notorious villain duo, which meant a lengthy set of interviews to prove that he hadn’t been a willing party to any of it. Honestly, he’s still half convinced that they only backed off because his Lady so vehemently vouched for him.

Some Parisians weren’t willing to accept that as easily, but at least his friends still had his back.

With no legal guardian to speak of, Adrien had nearly worried himself into a panic attack at the idea of having to move to England to stay with Aunt Amilie, the idea of being so very far from his city and his Marinette cutting sharp as a knife, when Simon had silently stepped in and handed him an info packet on beginning emancipation processes. And a spare key to his home, if he wanted it.

The tears he shed over that were the first ones that felt something like healing.

Moving in with his former bodyguard had probably been the least stressful part of any of it. Simon was still his quiet, stoic self at home as he had been at work, but it never seemed awkward. The stark difference between the silence of the mansion and the silence of their shared flat should have been dizzying—maybe it all had to do with the intent behind that silence.

Paris finally started to turn its attention away from the salacious gossip by the time the holidays began to set in, ready to focus on something more comforting than ongoing deceit, and Adrien couldn’t agree more. He’d never had so much free time to spend with his friends during the holidays—a not-small amount of it spent at the bakery, either learning to bake by mirroring Tom in the kitchen or curled around Marinette upstairs. Simon was known to linger during these visits in the cafe, savoring a cup of coffee and his favorite mille-feuille, occasionally engaging Sabine in her questions about his action figure collecting.

It was the tinkling bell above the bakery door that greeted them both on Christmas morning, Sabine hurrying in to greet them with a smile and a firm hug. They traded Joyeux Noël’s and she nudged Adrien on to try and drag Marinette out of her nest, joking that it was better him than her to disturb the dragon.

Lifting the door to poke his head into her room, he grinned at seeing her still stubbornly dead to the world in her bed, the only visible part of her a mussy tuft of dark hair peeking out from the comforter.

“Princ-eeeeeeeess!”

She didn’t acknowledge the greeting or his walking up to the loft, eyes and nose scrunched when he sets himself in front of her face. Winter always brought out the stubborn, cranky bug in her now, though he can’t deny that it’s very cute at the same time. Adrien started to nudge her forehead with his own, whiny little mrrs of discontent at being ignored slipping out of his mouth, and he saw that twitch at the edge of her mouth thank you very much.

“Princess, time to grace us with your lovely, grumpy presence. There’s presents in it for you if you come down.”

Goooooo!!! Which one are you playing?